Looking at Wang Yongxin kneeling within the Boundary Sea, Ye Lin's face was full of disdain.
This fellow was terrifyingly weak.
He could not even withstand a single strike from him. If someone like that was not trash, then what was?
"This sword will give you a swift death and send you on your way."
Looking at Wang Yongxin in the distance, motionless as ever, the last shred of Ye Lin's patience was completely worn away.
Terrifying Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, directly slicing Wang Yongxin's body into dust.
With a beckoning motion from Ye Lin, Wang Yongxin's Primordial Spirit was seized in his hand.
"What are you going to do?"
Trapped in Ye Lin's grasp, Wang Yongxin watched Ye Lin's movements with a face full of confusion.
"Of course I'm taking you to the Holy Palace. If I don't bring your Primordial Spirit along, who will know I was the one who killed you?"
"Don't worry. You can stay alive for the journey, at least."
Ye Lin smiled faintly, then carried Wang Yongxin's Primordial Spirit and began heading back the way he had come.
Wasn't this fellow asking the obvious?
"What? You're taking me to the Holy Palace?"
"No, no, you can't take me to the Holy Palace. You can't go there. Let me go, let me go."
"Kill me. Just kill me. Don't take me to the Holy Palace."
The moment he heard that Ye Lin was taking him to the Holy Palace, Wang Yongxin immediately panicked.
He was no longer afraid of death.
He only begged Ye Lin to kill him and grant him a swift end.
But how could Ye Lin possibly listen to him?
As though he had heard nothing at all, Ye Lin simply carried his Primordial Spirit onward.
"Let me go! Let me